Both cradles mean a lot to me...the fact that my dad made them. I have no real recollection of that long ago Christmas when I received the doll cradle. Today it has a special place on a closet shelf and holds some very old books and travel albums. The big cradle I asked him to make when I was expecting my first child. I didn't want anything elaborate...just a simple cradle that would blend with my then colonial house and furnishings. Both of my children slept in it as infants for a short time. Now it sits in one corner of the master bedroom of this house and holds family quilts.
